Cousins
A single light burns through the night
In the house across the street
She still wears her wedding dress
And the slippers on her feet.
She hung her wedding garland
In her bedroom in the dark
And never thinks of anyone
But the man who lit her spark.
He stole her heart in Margate one summer afternoon
Before he took her virtue on the hottest day in June
The sand clung to their bodies like a scene from Mills and Boon.
No matter what the neighbours say
She bears herself with pride
And sheds her tears behind her veil
The broken hearted bride.
She needed no a**urance
Just the flicker of his smile
They made plans for the wedding
To do it all in style.
There was never any question
Of his promising career
And as he lay beside her
She shed a pregnant tear.
No matter what the neighbours say
She bears herself with pride
And sheds her tears behind her veil
The broken hearted bride.
He said he taught mathematics
At a college in Dubai
Told her of the genie's lamp
And a carpet that could fly.
She loved his fairy stories
From the land of make believe
And clung to him for comfort
When he said he had to leave.
He caught the train that morning, it was overcast and grey
He waved and blew her kisses, there was nothing left to say
He pulled the cord inside his coat and blew himself away.
No matter what the neighbours say
She bears herself with pride
And sheds her tears behind her veil
The broken hearted bride.
No matter what the neighbours say
She bears herself with pride
And sheds her tears behind her veil
The broken hearted bride.